Monday, April 1, 2013

Stuart Barnes



Stuart Barnes lives in Melbourne, Australia, where he writes & edits PASH capsule, a journal of contemporary love poetry. Poems are forthcoming in Southerly, blackmail press, sacred / profane, Mascara Literary Review, &Assaracus: A Journal of Gay Poetry.


The Secret History,


your prized
thyrsus,
soon became mine
(no other could’ve prised my twenty-first
fist).

fist). In a leather bar
that Frenchman’s
spiteful
spiteful telling,
then the laughter—

The Bacchic shout awoke
A shoot entwined your throat

Quickly
I grasped some antiquity’s
safer
veiled.





                      †… I have chosen Thebes as the first place
To raise my Bacchic shout, and clothe all who respond
In fawnskin habits, and put my thyrsus in their hands –
The weapon wreathed with ivy-shoots –

—Euripides, The Bacchae, translated by Philip Vellacott, Penguin Books, 1973

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